#Like from what I remember Jack's appearance and clothes weren't described all to much. But neither were the main four. But the main four ar

[the-halfling-prince]

Lazy Jack Spry doodle while I try to fight my lack of motivation to draw anything detailed

[ohallthecrushes]

His first time with you aka Take me on a couch // Arthur Fleck x Reader

A/N: This is based on a very vivid and realistic dream I had, a dream that I really didn't want to wake up from. It took me some time to finish it, beacuse the dream had more creepy ending and this one is more sweet and less disturbing. ^^ Warnings: pure smut 👀 Word counts: 2126

His rough and impatient but surprisingly soft and gentle hands were dancing all over your body, his fingers fidgeting with pieces of fabric before he took every part of your clothes, one by one. You tried to help him as you were shifting your body while he was taking your shirt and then your trousers off, though he didn't look like he needed your help. It was clear he was determined to undress you whether you help him or just sat on your couch not moving at all. But you didn't want him to accidentally rip your clothes off, so you moved your limbs as he removed every piece of fabric from your body. When it came down to your pants you wanted to wait a bit before you put up your arse, but your body was pushed down and your pants was already pulled down, so you just gulped as you realized you were totally naked in front of Arthur.

How things had gone so far? You did not know.

Only 20 minutes ago you two had only been making out. And as always it included only kissing on lips and sometimes your neck and him ghostly touching your boobs. Things never had gotten any further than that. Even when you tried to guide his hand under your shirt, he'd never touched your bare breast. Until today, when he acted like he was someone else, someone more bold, eager and daring. You wondered when his confidence came from and whether it had to do something with him going off his meds. It was... breathtaking. As you were lying on your back, he took a good look at you and you could feel blushing under his stare. He was still with his clothes on and it made you feel even more naked. The bulge in his pants must had been painful to keep it in his trousers, but he was too focus on you right now. You covered your breast, overwhelmed by this. - No - his voice low as always, but husky and filled with desire - don't cover them. You uncertainly put your hands away, placing them on both of your sides and then Arthur started to unbutton his shirt and undo his trousers. His eyes were still on you and yours were on him. You watched him slowly discovering more and more of his skinny body to you. His erection popped out of his pants like a clown popping out of a jack in the box. When he had quickly done undressing himself, he hovered above you like a hungry wolf. His curls hang loosely and his hands landed on you unplanned, discovering your body as if he wanted to cover you all with his touch. You remember him being too shy to even touch your boobs and now his hands were wandering all over you like he himself forgot how shy he was. He was humming as his eyes landed on your breast. You again moved your hands unsure even of what you were going to do, but he captured them with his and gently but firmly pinned them back to the couch. His mouth kissed his way from your collarbone to your right nipple as he wrapped his lips around it and sucked it slightly. You closed your eyes and wished you could dive your fingers into his hair. His tongue was warm, his mouth wet, his curls dabbing your skin as he moved back to your neck to suck on skin there. He left a few hickeys he wasn't aware of. You felt his hand let go of yours and slipped between your thighs. He rubbed your folds, gently and slowly, before he spread your petals. - You're so wet - he said with a lower voice than his normal one, surprised a bit, but with a curiosity and noticeable excitement. - Mhmh - you replied, not sure of what to say. You couldn't remember when was the last time when you felt so aroused. Arthur didn't do much yet and what he was doing now was a little clumsy and even random as he was experimenting blindly, and yet you could feel yourself yearning for him so much it was absurd. His finger found your entrance and worked inside you, in and out, too slow for your liking and you groaned with disapproval when he removed it way too soon. - Y/N... - his warm breath tickled your ear. You raised your eyebrow waiting for him to speak, until you realized that he wasn't going to say anything, he just wanted to say your name. His wet fingers, that was inside you a moment ago, played with your nipple as he kissed you and lowered his body on top of yours. His weight, his hot skin, his bony chest, his erection... You could feel it dominating your senses, keeping you down and preventing you from escaping. Not that you wanted to escape, but the thought of him dominating you entirely was very exciting. His erection was rubbing against your folds as you parted your legs for him. It took him less than a few strokes to decide he wanted to be inside you now, though he needed a bit of your help to do that. You reached down and took his shaft guiding him into your entrance. He pushed slowly and stopped in half way, closing his eyes. A small smile appeared on his face - satisfaction, content, excitement and something more, something you couldn't name. It was like something was buried deep inside him, a whisper of an old undying desire that he finally caught with

his conscious mind. He finally understood what intimacy, physical closeness and relief of sexual tension really meant. You caught his lips in a soft kiss as you wrapped your legs around his hips and pushed him deeper inside you. He gasped and opened his eyes. He wanted to say how he felt right now, how amazing that feeling was and how much he loved you, but no words he could find that could describe his feelings precisely enough. He stared at you for a while with his dark green eyes. His fingers gently brushed your hair as he smiled softly. - I can't believe this is finally happening - he said with a higher voice than he meant to, full of excitement and enthusiasm. His length twitched inside you in anticipating and he started moving inside you slowly with an uneven pace at first, but it didn't take him long before he found out how he liked it the most. The realization came natural to him like some of his funnier jokes. He just knew how to do it. Slow and deep, lying on top of you, bodies as close to each other as they could, eye contact and kisses. He felt confident right now, like he finally crossed the line between a boy and a man. He was always the man of a house, but he never felt like a man of a woman. This was the part of him that was always missing. A part that he was ridiculed for at school and then at work. A virgin was an insult directed at him by others. He endured it most of his life. It wasn't easy, especially when he grew up and his needs and desires only got stronger, the thoughts of going to a hooker and get over it crossed his mind, but losing his virginity was a big deal to him. He didn't want to just do it technically with a stranger. He wanted someone special to share the experience with. He wanted feelings to be involved. He was romantic at heart. When he found you and discovered that you liked him, wanted him the same way, he was thrilled. He'd been waiting for someone like you his whole life. He didn't know how to pleasure a woman and he wasn't sure what you liked exactly and to his embarrassment he didn't know how to ask and form his questions, but you looked like you enjoyed what he was doing, so he just kept working his hips and kissed your parted lips. You caressed his back in return, your hands were touching every bone and muscles moving under his skin. His shoulder blade, the one that was sticking out, you could felt it shifting under your fingertips. The spot between his shoulder blades was covered with sweat. You traced his backbone with your fingers down to his sacrum and you placed your hand on his butt cheek. His mouth planted kisses on your jaw and neck as he whispered something unintelligible, whether to you or to himself, you weren't sure. His shaft filled you up hitting your sweet spot from time to time if you shifted your hips in the right way. His soft moans was vibrating in your ears, giving you the thrills and his hand on top of your head as the other grasping your thigh, kept you in place. When you thought that you got to the beginning of your climax, he suddenly slowed down. - We should go to the bedroom - he said. - No, why, the couch is good. - But it's not as comf- - Please, Arthur, I'm close. You didn't want to stop now to take time and change the place. You didn't want to lose your climax. It felt too god now. You begged him with your eyes and how could he not comply? Especially that he was close too. He went back to his previous pace and felt like your walls clamping around his cock like you didn't want him to escape. The tightness, the pulsing, your soft moans and the way your body was trembling underneath him, it was enough for him to get to his orgasm too. He pounded into you faster and deeper, not giving you any breaktime to calm down. The sensation you felt only increased and you screamed with pleasure digging your nails into the skin on his back. He growled at that and finished inside you, pumping you with his cum. You didn't expect it to be so intense and you felt almost sorry for his back being scratched. He weighed you down with his body as

he breathed onto your neck tired but satisfied, his face hidden and his curls tickling your cheek. You wrapped your arms around him and kept him close as he whispered his thanks to you. - Thank you, thank you, thankyou, thankyou - For what? - you chuckled softly. - Everything, I don't know, just... I... - he lifted his head, his face was blushed and his forehead was covered with sweat. - I l-love you. - I love you too - you smiled at him. He smiled back and rested his head on your shoulder, his face in the crook of your neck where he put his kisses, refusing to pull apart from you. You didn't want to break away either. You let him lie on top of you as you played with his hair and listening to his sweet talking about how he'd imagined it would go and how amazing it was, and how much he loved you. He also asked you about your own impressions and asked if you were alright and did it feel good to you too. You listened to him with a smile, knowing that he was relaxed enough to open up to you. When you both decided it was a time to clean yourselves up, Arthur stood up first, looking in hurry for any tissues. He came back with one and gently, very gently clean up your oversensitive parts. He threw the used tissue away and leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead. When you said you needed go to the bathroom, he almost followed you up to the bathroom door, asking if you want a glass of water or maybe something to eat. You told him to wait in a bedroom and you found him there a bit later, neatening up the pillows for you. His hunger and intimitading part of his personality was gone for now and he came back to being very lovely and sweet. He wanted to take time for a proper aftercare, even though he wasn't sure what to do and his only knowledge came from Dr. Sally's talk show. It was admirable, and it made your heart swelled with love. You came up to him and kissed him before you both crawled on the bed to cuddle. As you were lying on his chest, slowly falling asleep, your thoughts were floating around everything that had happened today. You always wondered what sex with Arthur would be like and now you knew: it was sloppy, experimating, surprisingly intimidating but very passionate and mostly gentle and tender.